Archive for May, 2012
Have you ever met a “reader” who reads the beginning of a book, skips the entire middle then jumps back in at the end? Assuming the book is a good one they’re missing the meat, the point of the story. They stick around long enough to learn what the problem is then dive into the resolution, but they never gain anything from the story because the story happens in the middle. Read the rest of this entry »
“Believe you can and you’re half way there.” Theodore Roosevelt
“What have you been doing?” John asked.
“I went to see a musical,” I said.
“No, seriously, what have you been doing?” he asked again, this time, his eyes drifting down to my backside.
I followed his gaze and turned my hip to get a better view of whatever he was looking at and gasped. Read the rest of this entry »
“God doesn’t answer!”
I know I’m not the only one who has said that, thought that, believed that at some point. And while in my heart of hearts I know it isn’t true, when you are at that fork in the road so long that you break ground and set up house, waiting for clear cut instructions on whether to go to the right or to the left, it is a hard sell to believe otherwise. Read the rest of this entry »
Originally posted on firestone2012:
And Jesus wept
Last week I was invited to a shelter to address about 50 men and women. I thought I had prepared my speech well, but when I got there and got talking to some people there, everything changed the whole scenario and subject of my visit there. I am a confident person, but this weekend I faltered a little. The stories were sad. I thought my situation, where I have come from and where I have been was bad but I realised I was blessed. One young girl caught my sight; let’s call her Fatima, aged 14. This young lady first asked me if I knew how to fix her head scarf because she is Muslim and since she had a stroke no one has tied her head scarf for her. As I fixed her headscarf for her, she asked me again if I could feed her before I addressed the residents, but she wanted to have her meal in her room. Anyway I wheeled her to her room and there were scarcely any personal effects in there but a couple of photos of a very handsome young boy aged about 3. I asked if that was her brother, her answer shocked me. No, that was her son. She was raped in Somalia and she was trafficked here soon after. Its only after a month she was held somewhere that she realised she was pregnant. She had a stroke whilst in labour. She was aged 11 and she has been bedridden for 3 years. She wondered if I could be a big sister to her and come visit her sometime, and do girly things with her like make-up and open an account for her on facebook too. Her dream one day is to go to America and be whatever she wants to be. That moment I remembered the shortest verse in the Bible And Jesus wept.
I realised this is not the shortest verse in the Bible; it is the longest in fact. Everything about Jesus and Gods love is there, right in front of us. He did not cry, he wept. That is how I felt I have cried many a time but I wept because the emotions were too much for me. A young girl has gone through so much and no one to hug her and jut let her know there is life, there is hope, and there is a future. I hugged her so much I did not want to let go. I will get the money somehow to get her a laptop and put her on facebook. This weekend sobered me up. I have re read the verse Jesus wept and relieve the day and the emotions I am getting are heart wrecking.
A funny thing happened while I was washing the dishes this morning. Okay, it really wasn’t funny but I needed a decent opening line. Anyway, while I was washing the dishes, I caught the tail end of Leave it to Beaver. Beaver had joined a record club and got in over his head. I mean it was so easy. The records just kept coming and he had all this spendable cash on hand because he hadn’t paid for any of it yet. But when the bill finally arrived…and it always does…it was way beyond his means to pay. Read the rest of this entry »